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So, apparently I don't trust my newfound Supernatural love yet. Here I was about to make a post about how much I love this show, and that it really isn't bad at ALL, that even Wendigo wasn't that bad, that so many of the conversations that seemed really horrible before all make sense now.
And then...

Well, I was watching Supernatural, I'm halfway through my second/third watching of season 1, and then I fell asleep on my couch.

And I dreamt that I saw an episode with a murdering ghost TRUCK in which Dean meets a girl he LOVES and TALKS about loving her with Sam and she didn't even DIE! though I sure wanted her too. And the SAM DROVE DEAN'S CAR.

Good thing it was only a dream.
Scary, scary dream.

I'll watch the next real episode on the DVDs now, to get it out of my head. Oh look, it's called "Nightmare", how fitting.

Tonight I dreamt that I dropped by someone from lj unannounced and gave them stuffed animals as a gift. This someone, who I am not close to at all and who is not even on my flist (or I on theirs. In fact, I don't know who it was, only that she was female, from lj and not on my flist), apparently lived in the same city as I do in my dream. And she collected cows, which I why I dropped by with a cow and a donkey (no, I don't know what the donkey was doing there either). We are talking about MY stuffed animals, real ones that really exist, and that I wouldn't give away for the world. After I had rung the doorbell, I suddenly changed my mind about the donkey (my favourite for many years of my childhood), and so I held my hands behind my back. Only, when that person opened the door, I pulled up the wrong hand, the donkey hand, so I ended up having to give both animals away.

I was invited inside (inside the little doorman house at the entrance to their parent's estate, because that's where that person lived), and it was full with stuffed animals, and somehow I ended up in my pyjamas, getting ready for bed. Apparently we decided to watch some TV show together in bed wearing pyjamas.

Which is when I panicked, thinking maybe she didn't really want me there and only let me stay because of my gift, and then I hot dressed and walked(!) all the way home across the city, most of which was a large forest, where I had somehow hidden stolen cars, none of which I could find now.

And I already missed my donkey.


I won't even try to interpret this one, but at least I know where the stolen cars come from (Smith. I hope). Oh, what fun it must be to be my subconscius, and to throw otut random weird stuff during the night, thinking "There, let's see what she makes of that. And while I'm at it, why not add a donkey."

I had the weirdest dream tonight, in which people were invisible, but only those parts of their bodies which were not covered with cotton. I don't remember details, but I can tell you that all the invisible people, ended up in a house with a monster and an indoor swimming pool. Later they were joined by others, which is when they found out about being invisible (because only the others couldn't see them), and it was discovered that all the invisibles had attended Vividcon together!

Now, I've never been to Vividcon and I'm not going this year either, I'm just telling those of you who will go: Be careful! Wear cotton!


Yes, life with my brain is full of fun, surprises and insanity.


In other news, I will be (mostly) offline until Tuesday. I will, however, check if the last J/D ficathon stories have been posted, but only every five minutes once a day.